Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that feasts on the flesh of the living.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A Sawed-off Shotgun
The International Space Station
A manual lever espresso machine
A cypress knee
A palate of duck confit
A Round Tuit
The Autobot Matrix of Leadership
A small pair of scissors
A cocaine-encrusted bible
A box of one dozen starving crazed weasels

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